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Ever Since

Evelyn Herwitz · January 12, 2021 · 2 Comments

Last Thursday afternoon I got a call from my cardiologist’s nurse. She was checking in on how I was doing with my heart study, if I’d had any issues or symptoms. So I told her that the monitor had collected plenty of data, given that my arrhythmia had been quite active at various points over recent weeks.

Especially on Wednesday, during the violent siege on our nation’s Capitol. Watching the rioters, I was horrified. I thought of my mother, now long gone, who was 10 years old in Berlin during the Reichstag Fire in February 1933 that cemented the Nazi’s rise to power.

“They’re saying it was Antifa,” the nurse told me, in a confidential tone. She began to recount the latest distortions of what we had all witnessed on live television the day before, rioters breaking into the Capitol beneath fluttering Trump banners and the Confederate flag. I tried to stop her, but she went on enthusiastically for a few minutes.

Finally, I interrupted. “No,” I said, “it was not Anitfa, it was Trump supporters who stormed the Capitol, but I don’t want to get into an argument with you about it.”

She deftly switched back to my heart study and said she would put my cardiologist on the line. I did not mention to him what she said.

But I have been thinking about it ever since.

This woman is a person with empathy. She spoke to me very kindly about my symptoms. I’m sure she’s a fine nurse. She was also spouting very dangerous rhetoric, which she clearly believes.

Words matter. Lies repeated, amplified, matter. Facts, evidence, truth, critical thinking—all matter.

So does our ability to see the humanity in each and every one of us.

I am praying for our country, for our president-elect and vice president-elect, and for a peaceful transition of power on January 20. I am praying that the maelstrom of lying and distortions will finally, finally, spin itself dry. I am praying that we can truly hear one another, seek common ground, and collaborate for the common good to solve the enormous problems facing us and the world.

After one of the darkest days in our nation’s history, let there be light.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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Disconnect

Evelyn Herwitz · January 5, 2021 · 1 Comment

Monday morning, I woke up with mild vertigo. This happens every so often. An ENT doc once explained to me that there are tiny crystals in your inner ear that can get displaced and cause the dizziness.

Or something like that. I can’t look it up, because our internet went down around 9:45. As I write, about six hours later, it has yet to come back. Our cable company’s recording says they are working to repair a damaged fiber optic cable. No estimate as to when we’ll be back online.

So, I am hoping that both my vertigo and our lost internet are just minor setbacks for the day and not bad omens for our bright, shiny New Year.

Meanwhile, I’m adapting to the day’s forced slower pace. I postponed one group Zoom meeting and held my other meeting the old fashioned way, by phone. Without emails to read and write, I drafted correspondence to send later. I’m composing this post in Pages, rather than directly into my blog, so it will be ready to cut and paste when the internet comes back.

At the same time, I feel like I’m bobbing in limbo. This sensation is not helped by the vertigo. The sun is already casting long shadows outside, and there is no update from our cable company. I trust that the internet will eventually come back on, and that my sense of balance will settle again in a day or two. But that doesn’t make the waiting any easier.

Not unlike how so many of us feel disoriented and stymied every day by the pandemic in our ability to accomplish the simplest tasks. But I could do without being caught in a microcosm today.

On the plus side, I can’t doomscroll, either. . . .

. . . Later that night:

Internet revived around 6:30 p.m. Postponed meeting was productive. And, of the 75 emails that downloaded when I regained service, only about five were worth reading. Still have some vertigo (here’s an explanation of those displaced crystals), but not too dizzy to keep me from writing. At the end of the day, that’s what matters most.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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A Tale of Two Visits

Evelyn Herwitz · December 15, 2020 · 2 Comments

I had two visits with my Boston Medical Center physicians last week—one, in person with my new rheumatologist, and a second, via video chat, with my cardiologist. Both had been scheduled months ago, but it afforded me an interesting opportunity to compare the two modes of doctor’s appointments.

My in-person visit went well. I was very glad to see my doc and have a good long conversation with him. He gave me plenty of time to discuss my health and any concerns, and was able to answer all my questions. It was more of a schmooze than a strict, all-business visit, and I think being there helped to make that possible. Having that time—we spoke for about an hour, with only a brief interruption—made the commute worth it.

The downside was just the stress of being there, with all the Covid concerns. First off, I had forgotten that the parking garage requires you to touch a button to get your parking ticket. I did this with gloves on, but how many people don’t? It’s a virus magnet.

There was the inevitable challenge of door handles, elevator buttons, and using a public restroom. I got past all those hurdles with extra vigilance and disposable gloves, which I kept on until I went into the exam room. I used plenty of hand sanitizer, with and without gloves. The medical center checked temps and symptoms upon entry, handed out masks with a pair of forceps, and limited occupancy of elevators and waiting rooms. It simply was not as crowded as usual. And the big test, one week out, I have no Covid symptoms, thank goodness. So, that’s a huge relief.

On Friday, I spent a half-hour on a video chat with my cardiologist, whom I’ve been seeing for decades. The only drawback was a slight hiccup in the video signal that almost kicked us off to a phone call, but fortunately, the signal stabilized. We had a very thorough conversation, which was as good as if I had seen him in person. And no stress of driving or dealing with the public space.

So, given the choice—seeing as I’ve now had a good personal visit with my new rheumatologist and made a real connection with him—I think I’d prefer sticking with telehealth until I’ve had the vaccine and am in the safe zone. The stress of Covid vigilance is intense for me. My blood pressure at BMC was much higher than normal, and that’s probably the reason (back to normal at home).

And it sure beats traffic.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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Thankfully

Evelyn Herwitz · December 1, 2020 · 1 Comment

Thanksgiving last Thursday was for us, as for so many, a shadow of celebrations past. But it was still lovely and meaningful, in its own way. Our eldest daughter, who also lives here in Massachusetts, was able to join us, even as our youngest had to stay at home out-of-state. Still, we enjoyed an extended family Zoom and watching a movie together-while-apart in the evening. No substitute for in-person, but I’m grateful that we all stayed safe. I cooked a vegetarian, gluten-free feast, with sous chef assistance from our daughter, including this excellent recipe from The New York Times for “Roasted Cauliflower Gratin with Tomatoes and Goat Cheese,” which I highly recommend.

The Times on Thanksgiving also featured a wonderful compilation of reader contributions of six-word gratitudes. Here are ten of my own:

COVID-19 vaccines: Light at tunnel’s end.

All still Corona-free. Knock on wood.

Okay, otherwise, with no digital infections.

Supermarket cashiers risking health for us.

Ample food. Loving family. Roof overhead.

Longer days in just three weeks.

Virtual, imperfect, but meaningful Zoom togetherness.

Good neighbors who wave behind masks.

Local election officials who defend democracy.

You, Dear Reader, for being here.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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Constancy

Evelyn Herwitz · November 17, 2020 · 4 Comments

My mother used to have a saying, “This, too, shall pass.” I suppose it calmed me when I was a child, but as a teen and young adult, it used to drive me crazy. As is the way with mothers and daughters, I took this as her default dismissal that she didn’t take my feelings seriously. Looking back, I suspect that on some occasions, she was speaking from the wisdom of experience, and on others, she just couldn’t deal with my angst du jour, legit or not.

Lately, however, those words have resurfaced in my mind’s echo chamber. As the pandemic surges and the infection rate rises exponentially, as our nation roils in the election’s aftermath, I have found some comfort in my mother’s saying. After all, she lived through Weimar Germany and the rise of Hitler, transplantation to a new nation with a different language and culture, World War II, the McCarthy era, the Cuban Missile Crisis, civic disruption in the ’60s, Watergate . . . the list goes on.

We were most fortunate, in the midst of all that 20th century strife, to enjoy a safe and comfortable middle class life. And I am very grateful, now, to have the luxury of being able to reflect on our nation’s turmoil without experiencing a major disruption of illness or unemployment or the risks of financial ruin in my own family. This is not the case for all too many of my fellow citizens, which is both tragic and utterly unacceptable.

Nonetheless, especially when I go outside, I find reassurance in the natural rhythms of the world, that there are constants that continue to ground us all. The trees are mostly bare, now, in my neighborhood, their brown and crumbled leaves raked into huge mounds that line our streets. The air is crisp; the light, November stark. It is a comfort, even as the days grow short again, to know that the earth still spins on its axis and the seasons, albeit altered by a warming planet, still turn.

Last weekend, as we walked the Cape Cod National Seashore, I found peace in the ocean’s crash and susurrus, the crunch of sand beneath my sneakers, a gem of green sea glass. On Saturday night, we returned to the beach and gazed at the stars. There were Orion and Cassiopeia, the star cluster Pleiades in Taurus, and the russet pinpoint of Mars, all where they always are.

There were days in the past week when I was feeling so anxious about the power of false narratives that I wondered if my health would be affected. Then I finally told myself I simply couldn’t keep going down that rabbit hole. So, even as I still doom scroll all too often, I take my walks, and I read about Nature, and I remind myself, even as none of us knows what is on the other side—this, too, shall pass.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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